His eyes change to yellow, right there in the street and he lets out an inhuman growl. He shoves me up against the car, his movements rough. He pushes his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs. "You keep talking like that, you're going to get yourself fucked up against this car in broad daylight."
I'm helpless with need. I love dominant but gentlemanly Jared, but this side of him? This out of control growly thing? I'm lost. I grind down on his leg, rub my breasts against his chest.
"Seriously," he splutters, one hand wrapping in my hair and pulling it taut. His other hand strokes down my hip. "If I touch your skin, it's all over."
Somehow, some sense of appropriateness takes over and I catch his hand before it reaches my bare thigh. "I'll be ready for you," I promise, my voice not sounding remotely familiar, it's so husky.
He pulls my hair harder and drags his open mouth down the column of my neck. "You'd better be."
Fireworks go off in my lower belly, and in my head. I crave this aggressive side of Jared more than ever. He bites my neck-hard enough to leave a mark, but I don't whimper.
Dancers don't register pain the same as most people because it's always mixed with pleasure. Dancing in toe shoes until your feet are bloody comes with the satisfaction of accomplishment.
Maybe that's why I love it so much when Jared spanks me. Maybe the aggression he warned me about won't be an issue.
Somehow I extricate myself from his grip, slither down into the driver's seat of my car. He leans against the vehicle, peering in the window like he's not sure he's going to let me drive away. And considering the way he picked up his huge motorcycle like it weighed nothing after the car accident-he probably could stop it with one hand. Instead he thumps the ceiling, still peering in at me as I slowly pull away.
I wriggle in my seat, my pussy hot and damp, already more than desperate for him.
The little voice of reason in my head screams, what are you doing? Every time I have sex with Jared, it makes our impending separation worse.
But I can't make myself care. I went three days without seeing him and my body is now desperate for the satisfaction only he can deliver. I'm desperate to give him satisfaction.
And I guess if I'm totally honest, I'd admit there's some chirpy optimist in me who still hopes maybe we can make this work.
I'm out of the car as soon as I pull up, dashing for the door. I take the world's fastest shower, but then I can't figure out what to do with myself. Put my clothes back on? Stay in the towel?
Turns out I don't have to wait to find out, because Jared barges in my house a moment later, his boots sounding in long, heavy strides down the tiled hallway.
I peek out of the bedroom, wet hair dripping, towel cinched up under my armpits.
Jared growls. Yes, a real growl. Like wolf-sounding growl. His eyes glow yellow.
My pussy clenches, belly flutters.
Maybe because I'm a little nervous about his dominance, I take charge. I square off to face him when he comes in my bedroom. "Show me your cock."
His surprised grin changes his eyes back to green for a moment, but the moment he takes his cock out and fists it, they glow yellow.
I lift my arms and let my towel drop.
He reaches for me, but I dance out of the way.
"Nuh uh. I'm going to take care of you first." I drop to my knees on the towel and slide his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicks off his boots and steps out of the tangle of clothing. I close my hand around where he still grips the base of his cock, and guide the head to my mouth.
"Angelina," he chokes. "I can't-I don't-"
I ignore him and take the tip between my lips, licking a bead of pre-cum from his slit.
He catches the back of my head and wraps his fist in my hair again, shoving me forward on his cock. I'm pretty sure he was going to tell me that he couldn't hold back, because there's no gentleness to his touch. He holds me immobile and thrusts deep in my throat, then backs out and shoves again. My eyes water but I'm beyond excited as his desperation for me.
I massage his ball sac, try to wrench his grip on his cock free so I can fist him instead. He seems to gather himself and stops thrusting, removing his hand and standing there, panting.
I look up at him, watching his reaction as I slowly take him deep.
Another snarl.
"What are you doing to me, baby?" His teeth are clenched together, fist still tight in my hair. "I can't take much more of this."
I suck harder, bob my head over him faster. "I'm gonna come down your throat, baby." He starts to thrust again, taking over, imprisoning my head for his jerky movements. "You don't want that, do you?"
I make a sound and nod my head and he roars, coming. His hot salty seed spurts into the back of my throat and I swallow and swallow until it's all down.
Jared doesn't lose any of his intensity, though. He pulls out of my mouth and picks me up, tossing me on my back on the bed. He dives between my thighs, licking into me with hot, strokes. He bites and sucks and flicks, devouring me with a hunger I didn't know was possible. "I'm gonna fuck you," he rumbles, shoving his fingers inside me. He pumps them up to the knuckles.
I arch up off the bed.